Well I wasn't expecting another chapter in this so soon.

Dwight Anderson and Saber-Strike were created by the MAD-MAN.
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Anyone you don't recognize probably belongs to me, the MAD-MAN.

You know I always warn about violence and harsh language but its rarely in here.

Missing Love chapter3

Ailec smacked the old brass alarm as it started ringing and woke here from a wonderful dream. She couldn't remember much except that she was dancing in a giant ballroom while a band played from the shadows and the lights and candles made the air shine and sparkle around her.

She slapped the alarm again as it continued to ring, wondering why she bought it in the first place. She sat up and rubbed her eyes free of sleep, she stood up and stretched her arms before making her bed. She rubbed her hair as she walked across the room to her dresser to pick out some clothes.

After showing and dressing she was sitting at the wide bay window she had convinced her parents to put in. she scrubbed at her hair with a light blue towel as she glanced around her room. Her closet and dressers she only glanced at the many pictures and knickknacks before her eyes continued over to the corner beside the door out to the hallway.

She sighed as she saw the many half finished paintings she had done, mostly scenery and a few houses even one of Sataburn. She hadn't started the painting she really wanted to do, one of the whole world saving gang together, her folks already thought she was acting strange enough and they were very over protective of her after her disappearing act a few years ago. They didn't know she and a few friends had saved the world, only that she had disappeared for more than a month.

She also didn't want any of her friends to think she was obsessed, at least not anymore then they did already. "Ailec? If I promise to leave you alone could you put me back in my body?"

Ailec dropped the towel as she looked over to where Sataburn's body was slumped in the reclining chair. She got up and walked over and picked up her medawatch from beside the inactive body. She sat down on the arm and leaned aback before speaking to Sataburn in the medawatch.

"Are you going to tease me about the letter again?" Ailec had gotten so frustrated with Sataburn's taunting over finally accepting a valentine that she had ejected her medal so she could sleep in peace. "I would rather you be with me today but if your going to tease me I'm just going to have to leave your body here and go to the dance. I'm afraid I my medawatch wont match the dress I have and ill have to keep in my purse."

"No! I wont make fun of you anymore, I promise. I don't want to miss the dance, I finally twisted Kantaroth's arm into going as my date." Ailec knew her eyes where popping as she pulled the medal from her watch and slid it into place in Sataburn's back.

Sataburn sat up and promptly looked anywhere but at her medafighter, knowing she said more than she wanted to. Ailec managed to blink, "you and Kantaroth? Together? At the dance? Kantaroth?"

If she could blush Sataburn would be redder than a stop sign. She looked at her feet and fiddled with her hands in her lap while trying not to look at her medafighter. "I like him. He is strong and fast and he is a impressive battler." She sighed and closed her eyes, "when he braces his feet before he starts shooting his machinegun it makes all the lines and angles of his armor draw you up to his face while he targets you."

Ailec was trying not to giggle at her friend, doubting she would understand what was so attractive about the face of the person about to shoot at you. "If you so much as chuckle I will give your journal to Erika."

Ailec stood up and placed her hands on her hips and leaned down so she was eye to eye with her medabot. "You wouldn't dare. Anyhow I thought you where trying to get a date with Arcbeetle or Sumilidon, you had said something about men who don't talk back."

"Nothing wrong that they don't talk back, it's they just don't talk." Sataburn got up from her chair and paced over to the window while Ailec flopped down in the chair herself. They often threatened to go to Erika with the others secrets; it was a long-standing joke about Erika not able to avoid talking about rumors or secrets. Sataburn pushed one side of the window open and let the morning breeze into the room. Today there weren't any classes but the Valentines Day dance was tonight.

"Why exactly is Dr. Aki throwing the dance this year? And why is everyone from every school nearby invited?" Sataburn ran her fingers over the dark wood of the window frame, where her finger passed a wisp of smoke curled up and a thin line was left in the wood. She tended to do this when she was nervous, most the window frame was covered in surprisingly delicate flowering vines, most of the furniture was like that and Ailec had long since gotten used to the smell of scorched wood.

Ailec walked over to her dresser and opened her small jewelry box, picking out simple silver earrings and wondering if she should put the stone shard on a different chain. "He just wants to get publicity by tossing a big party in the robattle arena he had built." Ailec left the red stone hanging on its gold chain, not wanting to let go of anything Dwight had given her, not even for one night.

"Do you really think Dwight will be there?" Ailec was about to snap back that Sataburn shouldn't make fun of her for hoping when she saw that her medabot meant it.

Ailec sat down beside her medabot and looked out the window at the excessively large back yard. Looking out her window at the white picket fence and the tall proud trees and gently placed flowerbeds she could almost forget that she was in a city.

She leaned against the window frame and sighed, "I really don't know Sataburn. But I feel like something's going to happen tonight, and I hope that he is what happens."

Dwight was walking down the streets of the city, pressing against the jostling crowds of lunch hour to get where he needed. Saber-Strike was nearby, following Dwight with a silence and stealth that couldn't be tracked, not even by Dwight.

Dwight was heading towards one of the best tailors around, but the tailors where on the other side of the city. Dwight let his hands slip into the pocket of a man wherein an expensive suit and pull his wallet free. Dwight had no job and no skills except saving the world, he had been living as I pickpocket for longer than he remembered and no loner felt even a speck of remorse, just a slight heavy feeling in the back of his mind that grew with every fist of Yen or occasional Euro.

He needed a lot of cash tonight for the clothes he was going to buy and some other things as well. His eyes where watching the ground as her walked, seeing everything around him with his peripheral vision and ears. He saw a woman come down the street in a new designer gown that must have cost more then one of the nearby star bucks, he adjusted his pace and came closer to her.

His fast hands and nimble fingers switched the woman's cash clip with the man's now empty wallet in her purse, all while bushing her shoulder. He managed another step before suddenly a narrow fingered grip locked onto his arm like an iron trap.

He slowly turned his head and glared at the hand griping his arm, it was the woman who he just stole from. She slowly turned her head and meet his eyes, her face was both hard and soft with its hard bone structure and forward facing eyes and long nose that would have been called a horse face if not for the gentle softening around the mouth and eyes. Her eyes where an impossibly clear blue that could only come from contacts but behind them her eyes where the slow steady observance of someone trained hard.

Her face wasn't frowning or hostile but seemed amused at what he had tried doing, making him even more wary of her than he was for her having caught him. "My money clip please." Her voice was soft and breathy enough to make up for her slightly long face.

Dwight withdrew the emerald covered silver clip containing enough Yen to feed him for several months and dropped in her other hand as she turned to face him, her grip still locked on his arm. She put the clip back into her small leather purse and held out the empty wallet he had replaced it with.

When he made no move to take it she calmly let it drop to the ground between them, all the while keeping her eyes locked on his. The other pedestrians had yet to notice anything strange about them standing there but that would change very fast if Dwight tried running so he was forced to wait for her to do something.

"Not many people I know could even touch my purse without me seeing it but you actually managed to get a step away before I saw it. I want to know how." He voice was a whisper so as not to be overheard. She squeezed his arm, bruising his muscles under her hard grip, and drew him along towards a small star bucks.

He walked calmly beside her; readying himself to leave the moment she released him. His muscles where louse and relaxed ready to move with speed defying his height. However his chance didn't come as she kept his arm held tight right up until she pushed him into a chair near the back of the coffee shop. Before he could consider a dash across the crowed tables her foot smashed down on his shoe, pinning his foot under the table and keeping him there.

After ordering a pair of black coffees from an overworked woman she turned her attention back to him. "Why is a young man like you picking pockets?" he didn't answer, wondering how much training she and received and what kind of martial arts it was. "I suppose I should be asking why someone with your 'skills' is stealing?"

Dwight stiffened at her chouse of words, only for a moment but he saw the flash of victory in her eyes as she knew she had landed a hit. "That's what I thought." Her eyes hardened under her contacts, "I never thought I would stumble across you, let alone have you pick my pocket."

The waitress delivered the coffees and went off to be shouted at by another customer. "Who are you talking about? I'm just down on my luck and cant find a job." Dwight kept his voice flat and bland while turning his head just enough so that light caught on his glasses and hid his eyes.

The woman's foot pressed down on his harder, the high heel threatens to pierce his worn black tennis shoe. "Only a few people could steal from me but I only now one who looks like you. The infamous Dwight Anderson." Her foot pressed down harder as her eyes bore into his. "You are a legend that everyone knows about but no one Knows. The mystery boy who came from nowhere to hassle not only the mafia but the police as well, and rumors of having fought with and against strange creatures."

Dwight let himself frown, knowing how it made his face appear startlingly dark. "I don't know who your talking about. I'm just trying to get some cash. I don't know who you are but I thank you for not calling the police."

Dwight twisted his leg from under her foot and started to stand. Her hand flashed up from under the table with a glint of light and he reacted as his hard life had taught him. His own crude looking knife was in his hand while her fine silver handed one quivered in the floor at the waitress's feet. His other hand was clamped on the woman's wrist, having kept her from tossing the scalding coffee into his face. All this had happened in moments and now the shop was silent and still as she smiled up at his frown while every pair of eyes was on them.

The silence was only broken by the waitress fainting at seeing how close the knife in the floor was to her. Dwight released the woman's arm and stepped back, keeping his knife ready while he stepped over the limp woman on the floor and then turned and left. Leaving behind him a slow building of confusion and wonder, and one well-dressed woman with a predatory grin.

He walked down the street towards the bus stop, trying not to think of what the woman had said. He knew his life was far from simple but he hadn't ever thought about what a mystery he presented the world. Early in his life he had started fighting against what he thought was wrong, no matter who was doing it. As he grew up so did his urge to fight against wrongs and that meant more powerful enemies.

His first major victory was when he drove a mafia truck full of black market guns into the Mississippi River. And later he silently instigated an investigation against a corrupt judge that was taking bribes and selling out his verdicts to the highest bidders. From there he only got better at what he did but he always left behind him questions. His name was known and where he came from but after that only he and Saber-Strike knew about his life. He had no criminal record and he didn't live anywhere or have any steady contact with anyone.

He continued to loot the pedestrians around him as he walked in thought, his hands working deftly without a thought as they took wallets and lose cash. Before the other world, before Ailec, he had never stayed anywhere long enough to even remember what the area was like. Now he had been living in that abandoned thrift store long enough to recognize everyone who lived or worked in the area, even if they wouldn't recognize him if he walked up to them.

He passed the buss stop and started down the steps to a below ground bar. He kicked the door open and walked inside while a shadow dropped down the steps and followed him in. he walked across the smoke filled room and unto the bar, "whatever soda you have, no ice."

The oily man behind the bar sat up from where he was sitting and glared at Dwight. "No minors. Get out brat."

Dwight drew out one of the impressive roll of bills he had and peeled a few wrinkled American twenties from it and dropping them on the grimy plastic toped bar. The bartender followed the roll of bills as it went back into Dwight's pocket before reaching under the counter and routing around before finally come up with a dust coated can of coke.

Dwight used his shirt to dust of the can but stopped and slammed it down on the bartender's hand as he reached for the bills. The bartender screamed as the bones in his hand where shattered and tried pulling his hand away. Dwight pressed down on the can, grinding it against the ruined hand under it.

Finally he let go of the can, not caring that it rolled of the bar and hit the ground. He reached over the counter and grabbed the blubbering man by his thinning hair. He pulled him close to his face and stared at the pained beady eyes under rolls of fat and. "I want to know about a man."

The bartender was screaming and curing at Dwight and cradling his destroyed hand under a smelly armpit. Dwight shook his head and then drove the man's face into the bar. "I want to know about a tall man in a brown dust coat and a wide brimmed hat. He has three custom medabots. I know he comes here and I want to know where he is right now."

The bartender cringed at the emotionless sound of Dwight's voice. "I don't know where he is. He just comes in here to meet people and drink. I swear I don't know." Dwight scowled at the sorry excuse for a man and shoved him away. Dwight turned and walked away, he had just ruined a chance of finding the giant man because he was upset about what the woman had said and couldn't wait and watch.

He marched out of the bar and up the steps, stopping at the bus stop this time. A shadow dropped onto the bench beside him and it started to fade and run like wet paints in water. In moments Saber-Strike was sitting beside him and watching him, Dwight was well used to his medabot's many different silences. "I forgot my focus. And now we are going to have to track him down another way. Its just what that woman had said."

"That you are a true riddle Mr. Anderson?" Dwight and Saber-Strike both had both been taken by surprise. The woman from before had successfully sunk up on both of them when they had both been on guard.

Dwight turned his head and glared at the woman as she stood calmly a few steps behind the bench. "A riddle that I won't answer lady. Leave me or I wont let you off with a warning."

Dwight easily caught her hand as it came down over his shoulder, whatever else she was better than him at his fighting skills where better than hers. Ready to break her wrist he only just stopped himself when he saw her cash clip and its folded bills. "I do wonder about the riddle you are Mr. Anderson but I don't doubt that you ultimately mean good, no matter what you have done to do it." She released the cash and pulled her arm free before walking away, leaving Dwight wondering what she knew about him.

Ailec was shocked to, say the least, when a limo had pulled up to her house to take her to the dance. It wasn't a ridiculously long one or filled with more amenities than her house but it was still fancy enough to make her question if they had the right person. She watched out the window while the limo dove down the street towards several beams of light cutting the darkening sky above the newly built robattle arena.

The limo was indeed for her and inside was a simple corsage of dark flowers and a simple note that said, 'I would request the first dance but I may be late.' Again there was no name but she couldn't, and wouldn't try, to think of anyone except Dwight who would send her a black corsage.

She was a little lonely in the back of the limo by herself, Sataburn had meet up with K and was going to get a ride with R. she watched as the streets twisted this way and that and the lights gradually got closer and the diver had to struggle with the increasing traffic.

She couldn't wait to get there and find him, and finally she could let him wrap her up in his arms. And she didn't plan on let him get away this time, at least not easily.

Unfortunately you will have to wait for the next chapter to see what happens.

Sorry if this chapter was off, I kept getting interrupted while I writing it.

We get to see some dancing next chapter.

Later

MAD-fact#2: I will not sit down to start writing unless I have enough time to finish a chapter.